Molly was such an obvious submissive. I met her at my book club, and she would study me surreptitiously but immediately avert her eyes if I looked at her. She had this habit of crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously the closer she sat to me.

The night I took the seat directly next to hers, I thought she might start a fire with all the friction from the crossing and uncrossing. Her nervousness made me smile. She happened to look up just as I studied her long, lean legs. So, of course, she uncrossed them. Before she could cross them in the opposite direction, I leaned in and said, “Don’t.”

I put just enough steel in my voice to make sure she understood I was giving her an order. I wanted to see what she would do.

What she did was keep her lovely legs together. Both feet on the floor. Legs uncrossed. She did this for the rest of the discussion about what I considered possibly the worst book ever written.

I knew she was recently separated, having heard her and another book club member talking. I also knew if I mused about her too long, my dick got hard. Thinking about making her crawl to me was one of my favorite daydreams. Tying her up and smacking what I was sure was a very pretty pussy was another.

After a few weeks of jacking off every time I thought about her, I leaned over one night and said, “You’re coming home with me.”

Her big blue eyes went wide. Although she barely wore any makeup at all, she still somehow managed to be the most stunning woman in the room. Right then, the blush in her cheeks was from surprise and arousal, not the cosmetics counter.

She gave a nod and looked at her lap. Her hands warred with each other there, clasping and unclasping — until I said, “Don’t.”

Once again she stilled, palms pressed flat to her lap as the discussion droned on. But I could tell by the way she shifted every few minutes and by the continued red in her cheeks that her cunt was wet under those faded jeans.

Outside, she stood next to me, and I nodded to my car and said, “I’ll drive you.”

“OK,” she replied.

I took her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back. Her breath was rough, and I had to ask: “Are you scared of me?”

She looked up and answered, “No.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Will you be a good girl?” My mouth curled into a smile.

“Oh, yes,” she said.

I tilted her head back and kissed her before saying, “I knew you would be.”

We were illuminated by the parking-lot lights, and people were still filtering out. I gave her ass a hearty smack in front of anyone who cared to see. A little cry leapt out of her, but she remained standing right where she was, not saying a word. If that’s what I wanted to do, clearly that’s what I could do.

We got in the car. I put it in gear — my hand on her leg and my foot to the gas — and off we went. She was shifting again, and I dragged my fingertips up to the very top of her thigh where her leg met her pussy. That lovely junction.

She murmured something, and I asked, “What?”

She shook her head.

I repeated myself: “What?”

She looked away, shaking her head again and looking rather sheepish.

I removed my hand from her thigh, and at the next intersection did a U-turn.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wider than before — which I’d thought was impossible.

“Turning around. I asked you a direct question, and you refused to answer.”

“I said, ‘I want you to touch me.’ But then I was embarrassed. Please, I want to go home with you.”

I did another U-turn, silencing her pleas.

“If I ask you a question, you answer. Understand?”

“Yes,” she responded immediately.  

This time, when I pushed my hand high on her leg, I covered her pussy. And then I squeezed.

After we’d arrived and entered the house, I dropped my keys in the bowl on the foyer’s table and stared at my pretty little submissive.

“Arms up,” I said.

She raised them immediately. I tugged her sweater over her head and watched her long blonde hair tumble around her face. I pulled off her bra and then popped the button on her jeans. I pushed them down and was pleased to find her bare underneath. No panties.

“Hmm,” I said, putting the crotch of her jeans to my nose. “I can smell your pussy.”

I went to the sofa and sat. Then I opened my jeans, pulled out my cock and stroked myself.

Across the room, she watched, licking her lips.

“Get down and crawl to me, kitten.”

She went down on her knees, then put her hands on the floor. She crawled to me slowly, her breasts pretty and pert, shimmying with each movement. She moved slowly and deliberately. I knew her pussy must be a river, but she took her time.

Impressive.

She got to me and stayed there, waiting.

“Suck my cock. No hands.”

She pushed her mouth slowly over my dick. She sucked on me like a lollipop, and I had to swallow my own moan. She pushed her mouth down my length, dragging her wet tongue along my skin teasingly.

I put my hand on her head and pushed her a bit farther, making her gag a little. She wiggled her ass from side to side, which surely meant the thumping pressure of excitement was pounding in her pussy, like a second heartbeat.

Exactly as instructed, she didn’t use her hands. She just sucked my cock until I wrapped her long hair around my fist, tugged and said, “Enough.”

She stopped, sitting back on her haunches.

“Stand and put your hands on the wall. Wait for me.”

She went to precisely where I’d pointed, putting her palms on the wall and spreading her legs. From the way she tilted her hips, I could see the wet redness of her pussy — and how ready she was to be fucked.

While she stood there waiting, I made myself a drink. I took a sip and poured a glass of wine for her. For afterward. I took my sweet time, making her wait, making her anticipate. When I glanced at her, I saw her shifting from foot to foot, pushing her ass back, moving in any way she could to help relieve the pressure in her pussy.

Finally I gave in, putting us both out of our misery.

I wrapped her hair around my hand again, tugged her head back and bit her earlobe before scraping my teeth down her neck.

“Do you want my cock inside you?”

She tried to nod, but I had her hair pulled tight.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I do.”

“How long have you wanted it?”

What can I say? I was curious.

“Since I started the book club.”

“I’ve made you wait.”

“I know.”

I pulled her away from the wall a smidge, so she was angled upward a little more. Then I rubbed my cockhead against her wetness, feeling the tip slide into her warm, drenched pussy. She moaned.

“I was trying to figure out if you were my type of girl.”

When she remained silent, I smacked her ass hard enough that it made my ears ring. But I felt her snug pussy grow even tighter.

“I am,” she gasped.

I laid down three hard smacks on the same ass cheek. My handprint appeared on her pale skin like magic as her cunt clenched me like a tight, wet fist.

“Someone likes being punished,” I said, biting her neck once more and giving her three more sharp raps on the rump.

She shuddered beneath me, trying to pull in a breath. I took that moment to thrust into her fully, driving hard and fast as I possessed her.

She groaned, and I felt the ripple of her pussy muscles around my shaft. So eager. So ready. She was on the verge of coming, and we were just getting started.

“Do you think you’d like to come here with me every time after book club?” I asked, putting extra emphasis on the word “come.” Then I tugged her hair again and felt her clench around me.

She started to speak a beat too late. I’d already started to spank her again. I held her hair with one hand, smacked her ass with the other and pounded into her sweet, willing pussy. It was heaven.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as she squeezed my cock.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I reached around her and stroked her clit, using gentle, up-and-down strokes. It was hard like a pebble beneath my fingers.

She cried out, her pussy tightened, and she found her words.

“I am. Yes — I think.”

I stroked her a little harder, fucked her a little faster and nibbled along her shoulder. I saw goose bumps blossom along her soft skin. And then she was babbling, “May I? May I, Sir?”

I thought I’d shoot my load right there.

“Yes,” I said. “Good girl. Come for me.”

She came, squirting like nothing I’d ever seen. A flood of her juice escaped her cunt as her orgasm hit her hard. Her body shook like she was being electrocuted. I held her hip, held her hair and focused on not coming until her waves of intense pleasure passed.

When she stilled slightly, I pulled out of her and demanded, “Turn around.”

She turned to face me, palms flat behind her against the wall.

I lifted one leg and draped it over my forearm. I stepped in close. I entered her again, thrusting softly at first, then harder and faster as I fucked her against the wall.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and me,” I said.

Her eyes drifted shut briefly, but she wrested them open and stared at me.

“A club of two. Private. After the book club.”

I found her clit with my thumb and pressed it as I fucked her.

My orgasm hit me hard and sudden. My body turned to stone as my cock let loose and filled her up.

“Yes!” she said, remembering to answer this time.

I can’t wait for our next private club meeting.